Monday, January 1st, 5:00pm
Yvonne and Quinn
Quinn: Are you nervous?
Yvonne: Of course. It’s not every day I get to tell my parents I’m pregnant over turkey dinner.
Quinn: Well, we were going to have to tell them eventually.
Yvonne: (stares at him) Do you have any idea how hard it’s going to be telling my mother she’s going to be a grandmother? She’ll probably drop dead in the stuffing.
Quinn: She’s really that obsessed about getting old?
Yvonne: You’ve met my mother, right?
Quinn: Yeah. Do you want me to tell your dad and then he can tell her after we’ve left?
Yvonne: That’s the coward’s way out.
They stare at each other for three seconds.
Both: Let’s do it.
Next stop: Tuesday, January 2nd, 7:00pm